... the man woke up groggy, confused. instinctively, he tried to fall back asleep, horrified of the solidity that permeated the patrix. no use. he woke up. and looked around.
the patrix. The man's thinking mind perceived reality though a matrix of geometric symbols called language. He did not perceive reality as it is - rather, he perceived reality through the symbolic representation of names. He saw, but even as he saw, his mind read. In wakefulness, the world became as he thought it was. He perceived colors and shapes and motion and energy; these vibrations he perceived with his heart. Yet even as he perceived these phenomena, his mind named them, and categorized them as things. His heart perceived, yet his thinking mind named and labeled and judged and categorized and separated. The unified, vibrating whole of reality fractalized into separate named objects. out of formlessness congealed the conceptual matrix of space and time.
Ego. His mind clamped down on the possibilities of the infinite and reality closed in on him. Energy congealed into matter, and the room became solid, definite, inevitable. And as the room congealed from possibility to probability to inevitability, so did his mind congeal from infinite to finite to concrete. formless perception evolved into perception of form, and he became his name. undifferentiated awareness evolved into the room, and him in it.
oh, well. This was the nature of waking up. Or rather, this was the nature of the patrix. It was ok, really. The patrix was on its way out.
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